I have this distinct memory of being seventeen. It doesn’t have a vivid setting or a catalogued scent, but the restlessness is something I’ll always carry with me. Feeling is a cataclysmic event when you’re seventeen, and my desire to experience the world paralleled an obsession. I had already been introduced to the woods whileContinue reading “I Wanted to Die: How the Mountains Led Me to the Flight Attendant Lifestyle”